Xiao Yuan'er shook her head and said:

"Third Senior Brother, I have told you many times... You cannot disturb me. Master has said that no one is allowed to disturb you during this retreat, otherwise you will be severely punished."

"Forehead……"

Duanmusheng scratched his head and stepped back.

He originally wanted to let Xiao Yuan'er take action. After all, Master loved Xiao Yuan'er the most, so he might be able to avoid punishment.

But I didn't expect that Xiao Yuan'er wouldn't do this at all.

Hua Wudao looked in the direction of Dongge and said:

"In this case, we can only follow the wishes of the Pavilion Master."

Hua Wudao left the East Pavilion with his hands behind his back.

Hua Yuexing, Pan Zhong, Zhou Jifeng, Duanmusheng, and other female disciples followed them outside the East Pavilion.

Hua Wudao raised his head and looked at the power of the barrier.

Sighing: "The power of the barrier has weakened a bit."

Duanmusheng said: "Elder Hua, this is not the way to go. If the master never comes out of seclusion, who will deal with Gong Yuandu?"

I remembered what Hua Wudao said yesterday.

Everyone's heart trembled.

That is the cultivation genius of Beidu.

A master of the same era as the Pavilion Master!

Hua Wudao thought of Pan Litian and Leng Luo, and said: "The soldiers are coming to block the water and cover it with soil... This matter cannot be rushed. Let's do this... Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng will lead some people to guard at the foot of Jinting Mountain. If they find anything, they will report it at any time.

"

"As commanded."

Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng led the crowd to leave.

"What about me?" Duanmusheng said.

"You come with me."

The two of them walked towards the West Pavilion.

Not long after.

Hua Wudao and Duanmusheng appeared outside Leng Luo's residence.

It was quiet in the courtyard.

Hua Wudao looked around, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "Hua Wudao wants to see you."

In front of Leng Luo, Hua Wudao was considered a junior.

Duanmusheng followed suit and held his hand.

Squeak——

The door was blown open by a smooth blast of gas.

Leng Luo, wearing a silver mask, walked out with his hands behind his back, his eyes falling on Hua Wudao and Duanmu Sheng.

"What's the matter?"

Hua Wudao got straight to the point and said: "Motian Pavilion may be in danger, please take action, Senior Leng."

Leng Luo chuckled hoarsely and said: "With the master of the Demonic Sky Pavilion in charge... where is the danger?"

From the beginning to the end, Leng Luo and Pan Litian did not take the barrier to heart.

Hua Wudao bowed: "The master of the pavilion is in seclusion, and he is afraid that he will not be able to come out for a while... There is a strong enemy invading the Demon Sky Pavilion, and I am afraid that only Senior Leng can deal with it."

Leng Luo continued to laugh and pointed at the neighbor: "You can ask Lao Pan."

The words just fell.

In the courtyard next door, the door creaked open.

Pan Litian grabbed the wine gourd and said lazily: "Old Leng, you are really not interesting. The master of the pavilion is in retreat. You should charge into the battle. The old man is an old man and can only eat and drink."

"Stop talking nonsense, your cultivation is recovering, don't think I don't know," Leng Luo said.

"Aren't you the same..."

This style of painting looks strange.

After all, he is a top-notch boss, but he talks like children bickering?

Hua Wudao and Duanmusheng looked confused.

"Two seniors...Two seniors, please listen to me." Hua Wudao quickly interrupted the two of them trying to undermine each other.

Leng Luo and Pan Litian looked at Hua Wudao at the same time.

"speak."

Hua Wudao said: "This man is a swordsman genius, and I am afraid that only two seniors can deal with it. Wouldn't it be beautiful if the two of them were willing to join hands to fight against the enemy?"

Leng Luo glanced at Pan Litian.

Although he is wearing a mask, his attitude is very clear. Will I, the dignified Leng Luo, cooperate with this old beggar?

Pan Litian was still lazy and staggering around. He didn't even look at Leng Luo and responded with the same attitude.

Leng Luo looked at Hua Wudao: "You are from the Yun Sect, and your **Dao Seal is even more superb...even you can't deal with it?"

Hua Wudao looked embarrassed: "I only know how to defend, but I don't know how to attack. What's more, this person's cultivation is far better than mine..."

"Far better than you?"

"good."

Leng Luo was startled.

He is also a well-informed person.

There are very few practitioners of the same level in this world who can compete with the Pavilion Master.

So who could this person be?

"A swordsman genius?"

"That's right."

Leng Luo disapproved and snorted: "Luo Changqing of Yunzong and Sword Saint Luo Shisan are juniors. These two are not worthy of fighting with me."

Hua Wudao became even more embarrassed.

If they were really these two people, he could come forward to solve the problem himself. After all, Hua Wudao was also their elder.

"This man's name is Gong Yuandu."

Snapped.

The wine gourd in Pan Litian's hand fell to the ground.

The whole person was stunned for a moment, and his right little finger trembled slightly.

In contrast, Leng Luo looked a little stiff. If the mask hadn't covered his face, it would have been hard to imagine what his expression looked like now.

Ahem.

Pan Litian coughed quickly, suppressed his embarrassed expression, picked up the wine gourd naturally, and said: "I am old and can't even hold the gourd... Old Leng, I have to admit that I am far inferior to you. This

It's up to you to deal with a swordsman genius...cough cough...cough cough, eh? Why are there no wine? What's the difference between life without wine and death... I'm going to find wine."

Leng Luo's figure flickered, leaving a shadow on the spot.

The next second, he appeared a few meters in front of Pan Litian.

"Old Pan... I know you like wine. Considering your inconvenience, I had someone prepare some wine and put it in your courtyard..."

"Ah? Is this the case?" Pan Litian looked confused.

Leng Luo raised his right hand slightly, and a weak force of energy lifted up the wine jar in Pan Litian's courtyard, and then slowly dropped it.

"A hundred years old wine..."

Pan Litian: "..."

Leng Luo retracted his right hand, clasped it behind his back, and sighed hoarsely: "In terms of cultivation experience and attainments, I am indeed far better than you... However, I was seriously injured, and the recovery of Qihai and Dantian was not as fast as yours. You have Black Mulian

To help each other, if we break out with all our strength and fight to the death, I think even Gong Yuandu would not dare to underestimate us."

"Ahem, cough, cough... fight to the death..." Pan Litian's face darkened, and he thought to himself, is it so serious?

"I heard someone say... Lao Pan, you made a promise in front of the Pavilion Master. Your old life belongs to Motian Pavilion! Don't shirk it... In the entire Motian Pavilion, you are the only one who has the most

Able to stop Gong Yuandu." Leng Luo said.

"If I need to fight hard, I should fight hard...but you are shirking responsibility and shrinking back." Pan Litian said.

Watching the two bickering.

Hua Wudao said loudly: "Please two seniors take action at the same time!"

Duanmusheng also bowed: "Please two seniors take action at the same time!"

We are all worthless, we are all old, weak and disabled, so why should we look down on each other?

…

at the same time.

Jianxu Mausoleum, in the corridor.

Click... click...

The dark coffin slowly started to move.
Chapter completed!